After Garth's latest beer brewing, the bottles exploded with such a force that nearly all of Lucy's latest canned ginger peaches had broken into soggy mess in the cold room. Everything was soaked and pitted with broken glass, even the smoked-ham hanging from rafters.
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Lucy was a God-fearing woman, but she painted him from head to toe with profanity. It was appropriate, and he knew it.
His old boxer, Leonard, trotted down to join the exile and that old basement door slammed shut. Lucy was still cursing, of that he was certain. His stay in the damp basement would be long. He could die of hunger before Lucy opened the damn door.
Crossword Puzzle, no. 284, June, 1976. He grumbled. Pages were brown around the edges, tobacco juice spotted randomly. He pulled a nub of a pencil from his coverall pocket, to pick up where he left off.
Garth filled in the boxes, and moved onto 36 down. "7 letters, letter b...asphalt found in nature.." His eyebrows burrowed, then eyes lit up. "Bitumen...wretched stuff, nasty."
"I'm may be a sonofabitch, but I ain't dumb."
The basement door opened. Lucy called, "Here's your supper!" She threw a plate down the steps, where the food rolled and landed on steps and floor.
"Boy, Leonard, she sure is mad, ain't she?" Leonard licked stairs and floor clean, while Garth found bags of potatoes to settle in for a night, or maybe more.
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